Personal Narrative: Crystal Blue Water Of Hawaii

Life jacket all strapped on, getting to the last step and I’m in. I feel the rush of the cold water running all over my body like a pack of fire ants attacking their prey. I let go of the ladder and step on the lake floor, slim, allege, little water bugs everywhere, the smell of fresh lake with a hint of fish comes to me. I walk around on the lake floor going deeper as I go, my life jacket starts to kick in and I’m loosing footing as I continue walking into the unknown. I get to a point where there’s a clear line where there’s a drop off, one side is the lake floor the other is a black hole. Pretty soon it’s me and the lake, and I just lay back and enjoy every bit of it. The blue sky with white streams left behind from the passing jets, making lines that cross each other every which way. The waves coming in from boats way out and beyond, gently hitting me and pushing me just inches closer towards shore. Birds sing their song, pine trees blow in the wind, sun beating down hitting my face, blinding me as it always does. I return to the real world and realize I floated back to where I started out, the lake knew it was time to head in. I step over to the silver ladder who spends its days and nights in this clear, cold lake helping those who dare to step in. I get up to the top of the ladder and step onto the dock, where my towel was waiting, to provide some warmth back to me. I wrap my towel around me and start the walk back to our beach house. I am careful not to slip on the rocks that washed up from the lake, and I make it to grass and flat

“I’m sorry Mommy, I promise I won’t do it again. Please forgive me.” this was all I could say. I had no excuse for my actions.

It has been like a month that I haven’t wrote, but we have made a lot of progress, our map is almost finished, I think. I hear these loud booms and crashes, I don’t exactly know what they are but someone said it’s the ocean. We are walking, so sorry if my words are hard to read. We have smiles on our faces, we ate a good dinner last night and got a good sleep. Around me there are bushes, these little animals crawling around the ground beneath me, and a nice breeze. It is… it is the ocean. We made it to the Pacific, we accomplished our main goal, I can’t even explain how I feel. I feel like a weight has been lifted because to be honest, I began to doubt that we would make it. The ocean is beautiful, its blue and every time the waves begin to fall a flash of white shows. I cannot wait to bring more people out here. I begin to imagine the future, one day there may be a village where I am standing, stores may be put up near the ocean, and this could one day be where a little kid learns to swim. We all are overwhelmed but so relieved. I wish I could explain what I see, words wouldn't do justice. Since me and the other guys are gonna go look round, I probably won’t write for awhile, maybe not even till I get home. Just know, we made it, and it feels

We knew that we were racing against time. My husband turned the key and the motor started to sputter and shake. He flipped some switches and tinkered with the engine, but nothing seemed to be solving the problem. Since he couldn’t figure it out, there was no question about it. We had to hook up the water bike and tow the boat back to shore. It was like a tugboat pulling a battleship. Just as we started our journey, our luck went from bad to worse. The sky that had been picture perfect was quickly changing. The sun was now playing hide and seek in the clouds. The once large white, fluffy, pillow shaped clouds that occasionally blocked out the golden sun turned into dark gray ragged clouds. With that came plump missiles of mass destruction that pelted our tender sunburned skin. It felt like icy needles penetrating throughout our bodies. The gentle winds that once danced with our boat suddenly turned into a fierce hip- hop which sent us into an ocean of mountains of angry waves. The boat tossed and turned in the heavy swells. The waves lifted us up so high and then threw us back down, I thought for sure the boat would break into tiny pieces. With one final tug, we finally made it to the dock. However, the strength of the swell, sent us crashing into another boat. Just as we tied up, I noticed a young lady unconscious on the dock. Her friends were by her side. I shouted out "Did anyone call 911" they said that they did

one edge of the island to the other edge. Not a very big island. Soon, we had enough of the hammock and we decided to enjoy the wonderful Bahamas sun and warm, perfect weather that didn’t involve rain or snow. We set out across the rocky sand to find a beach. As we followed the cement sidewalk, we came to a beach with tiny, tiny white sand granules, and not a rock in sight. We picked a spot in the sand, lathered on the oil, and “baked”. After about an hour of the hot, hot, sun, we took a dip in the seventy degree, clear, clean, blue water. Not a wave in sight and nothing to complain about. As we enjoyed the water that was only four feet deep all the way to the other side of the one hundred yard bay, we say many seashells beneath our feet and decided that these would make great souvenirs. We picked up a couple white, cream, and brown seashells and headed back up the sandy beach to our towels where we were going to “flip” and take in some more glorious sunshine. Two hours later, we decided that we were hungry, so we packed up our beach gear and headed back up the cement sidewalk to the big brown pavilion where the food was to be served.

Outside the window it is storming and raining . I can hear the storm outside it grows louder as I try to sleep,but also I kind of enjoy the sounds that nature is giving me.Suddenly I jerk myself awake and find that I am sweating and on the floor. I say outloud, “I wish i were somewhere nicer like Hawaii ”.

When I awoke in the middle of the night I went outside on the ledge and looked along the shore, peaceful and quiet except for the small waves crashing ashore. As I turn my head to go back inside I saw an orange, red flare in the night sky. It was on the volcano! Magma was oozing out of it like an overflowing bath. I quickly ran inside and grabbed all my valuables and rushed out the door, I stole someone's canoe (I'm not sure who's). I then took my oar and pushed the boat out with a loud grunt. It let out a loud squeak as I hopped in, “I haven't been in one of these for months!” I thought to myself. It was shaking as if the earth was too, it was a struggle to get out in the water but I made it safe, all in one piece. It was dark and gloomy and the moment had a horrifying tone to it. I couldn't see past the surface of the water it seemed like I was on top of a layer of coal. I tried to sleep but the rocking of the boat was against that idea so I stayed awake and waited until morning. When the sun started to rise, a dark ashy cloud started to fill the sky, just as I thought it was over, the horrifying feeling struck again. The sky started lighting up and let out loud roars, lightning was upon us. Though it was morning, it felt like midnight, except, no moon, no light, nothing except me and my boat… That suddenly changed though, along with the roaring I started hearing cries of terror as flying cinders with a size ranging from pebbles to boulders started plunging into the water. It was hard to notice what was going on but I knew Vesuvius was erupting and people were dropping like flies. I tried to remain calm but it was a struggle. All of the sudden before I knew it I was knocked out by a cinder… When I awoke I was further out but I still had a small glimpse of Pompeii

How is everyone doing and did anything change? Hawaii has very warm consistent weather, but I miss our home cooked meals and the different types of weather. Especially the springtime when the whole family would sit under the cherry blossom tree and gaze at the beautiful pink leaves as they would fall. 10 years ago, when I first arrived for my marriage, I thought the pay would be wonderful because there were so many rumors around the neighborhood and everyone was talking about it. I was excited that life would be like paradise and that is why I thought it would be completely fine to sign the contract that I didn’t even understand, to work here, but we were completely wrong.

Have you ever experienced something so amazing that it did not even feel real? I was engulfed in this feeling for the entire 10 days that I was in Hawaii. Now, everything about Hawaii was so magical but there is one memory in particular that sticks out in my mind. We had just landed in Kona, Hawaii. We made it to the house we were staying at and everyone began to unpack. Of course, I could not wait any longer to go explore some of the amazing features that Hawaii has to offer. I finally convinced my family to take the 3-minute drive down to the beach from our rental house. Once we stepped foot on that beach my jaw hit the warm, silky sand. I had never seen anything so beautifully breath-taking. The palm trees danced in the wind, the waves crashed with a mighty force and my

Officers began waking up the passengers, something wasn’t right, “Wake up!!, the captain wants you above the deck, this isn’t a drill!!” yelled an officer. The crew began giving us life jackets, I rushed outside to see what happen. They were uncovering the lifeboats, everything was in a chaotic distress, I couldn’t find my aunt, I had to find her. A man put me in a lifeboat, struggling to get out, I ran as fast as I could back on the ship, the front was underwater, smoke stacks started to fall. Titanic started to rise I ran to the back, I looked lost confused, I grabbed on to the wet rusty railing, men shouted women and children first. You could hear the despite cries of the dead and the dying, the breaking bodied of falling people, the glooming rockets used to find us. By the time a ship came to us, titanic won’t be the new gleaming, ship of dreams, but the old rust wreck of nightmares. People climbed till the couldn’t , the ship steeply rose then broke in two a small fires claimed the wreck. She was gone, we were alone, a boat didn’t come for me till an hour, and a rescue ship didn’t come till 2 hours. I looked back every day why I survived, no one recognized me, I never found my aunt.

Vast four meter high walls dull in colour that’s all that stood between us and the fighting, I didn’t want to leave I felt safe. The birds in the distance flying around in perfect harmony like any other day, we were close to land, my gut was tense I could almost taste the last thing I ate. I didn’t want to show my nerves to these people I call brothers so I put a brave face on, I presume that’s what everyone else was doing. Our squad was reinforcements to the surviving few holding off the enemies. Word quickly spread that we were about to hit land, as the boat touched land my knees felt weak it was with the crowed I moved to the front of the boat.

I was living with Mako, on an island called Bora Bora in the South Pacific ocean. His dad was dead and he was living with his grandfather and his mom. After he was born, I was made a companion and a great friend. He found out that his dad was one of the men that was killed by Tupa. He wanted to find and kill Tupa himself because the King is awarded 30 acres of land and a new sailing boat if they kill Tupa’s spirit. Soon I was on the boat with Mako trying to find Tupa. That’s when I fell into the water overboard. Before long, we both saw Tupa coming as fast as a bullet. Mako was panicking because Tupa was coming closer and here I was struggling in the water like a helpless baby. Mako kept calling my name to come back so I used my strength

I sit here, alone, in a cold sweat on a summer night in the black pacific night. My body cringing from the struggle of rowing out to sea. I don’t know why I came, maybe it was depression, maybe it was out of frustration, maybe to escape the world. I hear the boat crying out for me, the squeaking, the screaming pain, the wood dressed in chipped light blue paint. The moon’s light can’t reach me because of the thick, smoggy clouds. I hear the thunder roaring and what seems to be like it’s yelling at me. I hear the waves clapping and leaping up the side of the boat as it rocks side to side. The sights I see when I look around me is just darkness and the black, almost gross, black water. I tremble in fear, my hands shake, but I just

Our family went to Hawaii one year and something pretty embarrassing happened. At dinner one night my parents said we would be traveling to Hawaii but I must have misheard them because I thought they were talking about a ski lodge that has a similar name. I panicked because I hate skiing. I packed all long sleeves and ski gear. When we came out of the airplane all I saw was water and sand. I thought they were talking about a ski lesson but they were talking about a surf lesson. Whenever we came out of the hotel I saw that my parents were dressed in swimsuits while I was wearing ski gear. That trip was so embarrassing everyone kept staring at me awkwardly.

The boat was swaying with every wave. I had been on a boat many times before, I had been on this boat many times before, but this time was different, this time I was frightened for my life. All it was supposed to be was a quick tour around Grand Island, a magnificent island in Lake Superior, but it turned into something more, something that will forever haunt my thoughts and dreams. How the eight of us ever survived that day, still remains a mystery.